Venom and hope

So little, so loud, is this murder or suicide? Who cuts who kills, whose killing me?
I could, I could crush you, I could never. You haunt me breathing,
You would break me dead. I would never even pray for it.
You only hurt the ones you love and I cant stop, I'm killing everything I love.
Is it that I hate myself that I keep crawling back to hell?
And I hope that the ink rots the lips right off your mouth
And poisons the heart id like to cut right out.
So lean back on the fact that you know all the crap about the song I wrote,
And perhaps they'll read the words, and maybe then they'll know.
Perfume, cigarettes and gin, was this murder or suicide?
Run your fingers through my hair as you whisper in my ear.
I hope you're not well, I hope things aren't fine.
I hope your body dies, long before your mind.
I hope you reach for help with hands that refuse to reach.
I hope you try to scream with a voice that just won't scream.
I sincerely hope your last breath is mine.